"So you're here."

Wen Jin, who was sitting on the eaves, looked back and immediately turned back, looking at the brightly lit scene in the distance, which could even be said to be a busy workshop. With the faint jingle sound, he raised the wine gourd in his hand, raised his head and drank silently.

"It's so boring to drink alone, and I don't find a companion~"

Thirteen squatted beside Wen Jin with a smile, no more or less, just three feet away.

It seems a little cold to get too close... on the body...

After a brief silence, Thirteen reached into his arms and saw that he had movements. Wen Jin, who seemed to be indifferent, immediately poked over the ice cone-like look.

There was still a bit of hostility in his eyes.

Aware of the other party's unfriendliness, Thirteen slowed down and slowly stretched out the hand in his arms, with an extremely cautious expression, as if there was a delicate treasure hidden inside.

But Thirteen just took out a bag of oil paper, spread it out and found some cold edamames inside, and grinned: "Hehe, it's so boring to drink. I'll bring you some good things to drink. Boiled in salt water, it's still delicious."

Is the power of food invincible?

Wen Jin, who was always emitting "Don't get close to me", actually pointed her eyes at the edamame handed over by Thiran. However, she did not show any desire. The eyes were flashing under her thick eyelashes, and some emotion seemed to be about to appear on her face, and was immediately suppressed.

A cold gaze fell on Thirteen's face. Wen Jin opened her mouth and didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say, and she couldn't figure out what the trick was Thirteen playing?

The only thing Wen Jin can confirm now is that Thirteen knew that she was the one who assassinated Meng Yuyan in the afternoon, so why didn’t he report her?

Fear of the identity of the Ling family's blood guards?

It is impossible. She is just the most ordinary blood guard. She is not worthy of Ling Xuewu's reputation as a guarantee. Once she is suspected, she will definitely be questioned and investigated.

Thirteen kept a smile, just a very ordinary smile, but Wen Jin tried very hard to figure out the meaning behind the smile...

"My little lady, I'll just say a word or not. I keep holding my hands like this, it's sour," Thirteen said first to resolve the silence and twisted a few edamames. "If you don't eat them, it will be cold, but I think it's better to use wine if it's cold."

As he spoke, Thirteen kept staring at the wine gourd in Wen Jin's hand. The smell floating out of it had already penetrated into his nose along the wind, so that his nose wings kept shaking.

Wen Jin silently handed over the wine gourd, but Thiran waved his hand and said, "I don't drink, I don't bring a cup."

The woman is quite gentle when drinking. When Wen Jin drinks, her lips are pressed against the mouth of the wine gourd.

Thirteen's reaction made Wen Jin understand that he was calculating about this matter, and a cold feeling rose on the corner of his mouth, saying, "The daughter of Jianghu is free and free. Are you afraid of drinking with the same pot and having an indirect skin relationship?"

"Oh~ Look at what you said, I don't look at how much wine you have in this little gourd!! I'll drink it for me? I guess there will be no two sips." Thirteen winked, and there was another word in the strange words, "Without wine, will it affect you climbing up and looking far away and emitting longing?"

Men are essentially big pig's hooves.

Before Wen Jin could react, Thirteen took away the wine gourd and stuffed the oil paper bag containing edamame into Wen Jin's hand: "But longing should also have a degree. Just think about it occasionally. Always take it out and it will make people feel even more uncomfortable."

He twisted up a edamame and put it in his mouth. The slightly salty and sour taste slightly melted Wen Jin's face: "The wine gourd was given by someone else."

Thirteen shook the wine gourd and found that there was not much wine left inside, so he had to turn around with the wine gourd and pretend to say, "Well... it looks quite exquisite..."

The gourd looks a bit old, with a full red rope tied on it, and a pattern that looks like the character "Feng", but it has four horizontal lines and very long vertical lines, and there is also an upside down eight at the top.

"I have a friend who, a long time ago... Her family was so busy, and the sounds all night always make people sleep hard..."

There was a little more warmth in Wen Jin's voice, and he was talking in a slight way.

"stop!"

However, when the story began, Thirteen quickly stopped and said seriously: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the lonely man and the woman are really suitable to express her feelings. But I am not interested in your story or your friend's story, so I don't need to tell it to me.

"No, don't tell me!!"

For Thirteen, everything that had not seen with his own eyes was considered a story.

Since it is a story, how much is true and how much is fake is all based on the idea of ​​the person who tells the story.

The biggest purpose of the story is to let the listener immerse himself in a certain character, so as to exude the same emotions.

This routine is commonly used for Thirteen.

The best way to conquer a hero is not to save the beauty, but a sad, miserable and sympathetic past.

With this, the young hero who has been hurt by love can easily break through the psychological defense of the heroes and gain recognition. There is no need to repeat what will happen later.

On the contrary, the sad things of the chivalrous women can also arouse men's desire to protect themselves.

But Thirteen doesn’t want to listen now, and he can’t help it when he hears it, and the result must be very bad...

"I came to you just want to say something." Thirteen raised a finger and said in a commanding tone, "Chen Lingyu needs Meng Yuyan. So, you can't kill her yet. At least don't take action these few days, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

In order to prove the weight of these words, Thirteen condensed murderous aura, and his aura suddenly rose, as if a ferocious beast hidden in the dark showed its fangs: "When the matter on Dayu is done, you will do whatever you want to do, and then don't care about my business."

After saying that, Thirteen put down the wine gourd, stood up and left.

Wen Jin picked up an edamame, peeled off the yellowed coat, picked up the two beans inside, and said to himself: "I have a friend..."

"Every day I go to sleep with the sound of ding... One day, crying and wailing, instead of familiar sounds..."

"I can't sleep... I can't sleep without those sounds..."

"Later, the rough iron sound turned into a gentle singing voice, shattered and as gentle as jade..."

"She met her, that was a mistake... a beautiful mistake..."

"Beautiful? No...not beautiful...no no...she shouldn't meet her, not..."

"If there is no, she won't be so painful...so entangled...so..."

The fine texts floated in the wind and disappeared without a trace...

…

"Tsk! Lin quilt shouldn't be cheap, it's so hard to hang it here!"

The black shadow cursed and jumped into the darkness...
Chapter completed!